There's a clown in the crowd at Tomorrowland, and no one knows that it's Martin Garrix.
The young Dutch dance star ducks and weaves through the masses, clutching a cocktail and a shattered iPhone. A black handkerchief and backwards Spinnin' Records hat frame the painted plastic clown mask that shields his identity with a red-lipped visage of absolute exuberance.
Making a beeline towards the main stage for Avicii, Garrix draws the ire of a denim-clad festivalgoer. The man sneers, oblivious that the clown that just jostled him was on stage a few hours ago. When we finally reach a lofty perch on the lawn, the façade falls, revealing piercing eyes and photogenic features.
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